[Intro: Slimkid3]
Yeah, that's what it tastes like
'Cause it smooths it out for some reason, I know that
(Yeah)
Same as it ever was...
(Uh, uh)
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed
I said don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed
Don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed
Don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed

[Verse 1: Imani]
In times recent, I haven't been content
Since my ears and years realized the abstraction of content: Lyrical
All across the continent, they took it and they filled it with some moralist material
Way back in the days, it used to be varieties like cereal
And, to bring it back, I think it's gonna take a miracle
Reason: We brung the fresh to get ya hung
So all tongues of gibberish, I wish they'd be done
Run away far with no tussle
'Cause it seems like all these guys are paralyzed
Up in the mental muscle
What they need to be is muzzled
Imani got the pieces, but I still feel puzzled
Phonies run out fast 'cause all the gas gets guzzled
But what time reveals is that he steals the rest
They're all stealing that will when they're under pressure
Dealing in stolen treasures for their personal pleasures
And that's wrong, you know that's not right
That's why, every night, I go in my room and I write
In the boom, in my room
'Cause it's all good, G
And that's the way that everything should be (Uh)

[Chorus]
Don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed
Don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed (Yeah)
So don't you ever, the signatures they get so dissed (Say what? Say what? )
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed (Say what? Say what? Say what?)
The signatures they get so dissed (Say what? Say what? Say what?)
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed (Say what? Say what? Say what?)

[Verse 2: Slimkid3]
Many kingdoms rely on its people
That makes the balance equal so we all make moss
Serving common duties of the man on his block
Making ends meet, the means into fiending at the park
Now, black Zeus stole crack, got beat with bumper jacks
And cats too laid back got jacked
Seeing a sister almost pass on my grandma's grass
Because the brother tried to stomp the fuckin' juice out her ass
I never knew the real story (Story)
Grandma break only glory to wash away the sins in evil men
Gave up Pratt and a her pimp
Too much crime, the wretchest shit
And the places he'd been; I won't quit
'Cause those who pose about the streets just lie in the pits
Where the shoe fits 'em, and' yo I can't get with them
Due to the fact that life is just somethin' they lack and they won't confess
They need a little somethin' like soul in their chest
And some love up in their shit, and they will be blessed
And ya don't stop, just some cultivation of the crops
And none of this shit is for the props
Straight from the top, so now don't ya miss
'Cause all of you suckers will get dissed

[Chorus]
Don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed
Don't you ever try to get with this
'Cause I'm the beady man and I'll blast that ass

[Verse 3: ?]
Find the six keys in a maze before [?]
But one of the walls that will show you the best route
One more smooth, you're out
It's the re or you can experience all the thrills, spills, chills by sight
In your path, I trap tricks, switches and all in your lap
But Boobie walk through the stretch likes "Where will you be?"
Twinkle or sprinkle on clothes you'll make your body fluid
Altered in various ways, time is on your side
As the speeding laser light glides
There'll be milliseconds across the floor
You slither across into a backdoor; proceeded to open
You standin' with the sight with your hand, what you read was cool
But you didn't know the tools and why you thought it was doom
Now, don't ignore, you can only open one door
Life's a kiss and it's going like this

[Interlude]
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Haha
Yeah (Woo!)

[Verse 4: Buckwheat]
To me you ain't nothing
Gone with my weed, the done deal
The best rapper in the world blowing right now, for real
You call that shit skill?
Nigga, please suck my dick
In one hand I got a mic, in the other, an open fist
What? You want to get wrapped up or smacked like a deer, I wrapped it
Innocent victims of my show
But it ain't their rhymes, punk, 'cause Buckwheat said so
I'm penetrating, escalating my devastation
Proves that I removes emcees like prayers to Satan
Rebuke
'Cause you blowing up? It's a flook
I'm doper than that fool that you hide behind in your group
Loop the last two lines I just said
Play it over again, ten times in your head
Weak link, like a midget in quicksand you sink
I out-think ya, see through your whole outfit
I'm irresistible, unmissable, Buckwheat's the shit
Like an elephant, bitch rapper, don't forget it
Steppers like pulling blenders in gunfights, you with it
Rhyme Riddler, making niggas hail me like Hitler
Insane, everybody do the Kurt Cobain, the greatest rapper
That ever lived; Buckwheat and that's my name